A ray of sunlight lazily spread across the room in the early morning, waking up Ning Zhihuan who was still asleep a second ago.
She opened her eyelids and took a quick look, then slowly stood up and stretched.
Her daily routine has always been quite regular. This is a health-preserving habit she developed in her previous life and cannot be changed.
I usually start to feel sleepy around ten o'clock and wake up naturally at six o'clock the next day.
I had so much fun yesterday that I forgot about time.
I was excited, but my sleep quality has deteriorated.
I chatted with Ning Zhilang until quite late last night and took a look at the world. They didn’t come back until around 1 a.m.
I don’t know if there is any breakfast at this time.
Ning Zhihuan yawned, got dressed in bed and went to wash up.
If she were to say what she wanted to do most right now, it would be to buy a house for the Ning family and install floor heating.
Otherwise, in this northern winter, people would freeze to death.
As warm and comfortable as it is to lie in bed at night, it is as painful to wake up in the morning.
The cold wind seemed to have legs and rushed into the clothes quickly.
After getting dressed, Ning Zhihuan went to the main room.
As expected, they had already had breakfast. There was no one in the main room, but there were steamed buns and pickles on the table. Ning Zhihuan didn't pick and choose, and just started eating happily.
Judging from the time, Old Lady Ning should be out for a walk. Although she is over seventy years old, she is in good health and refuses to admit her age. She goes out for a walk every morning and evening.
Chen Zhu should be busy with factory work.
Li Xueyan should be reading in the room.
Several grown men went out to work.
As for the other juniors, there are many possibilities.
The porridge is a little cold. I don’t know if it’s because the weather is too cold or because she got up too late, or maybe both?
While eating, Ning Zhihuan made up his mind to get up early tomorrow to drink hot porridge.
Ning Zhihuan was still enjoying the pickles on the table. Li Xueyan had just returned from the fields and upon seeing her, she exclaimed, "Oh, Huanbao, why didn't you tell your big brother? Why are you eating this?"
Ning Zhihuan saw Li Xueyan coming back from outside. He blinked and before he could ask, he heard Li Xueyan say this.
Ning Zhihuan laughed, "I see that's all on the table... Aren't you guys eating this?"
Li Xueyan looked very disappointed. She wanted to say something but couldn't bear to do so. She could only put the farm tools on the ground and turned to go to the kitchen.
Ning Zhihuan just waited there without knowing why, and at this moment, the bowl of porridge was finished.
When Li Xueyan came back, she was holding a ceramic basin in her hand, which seemed a little hot. Her expression was a little ferocious, and her steps were very fast.
When she put the enamel basin on the table, Li Xueyan finally breathed a sigh of relief and pinched her earlobe with two fingers.
Seeing this, Ning Zhihuan didn't bother to see what was inside. He stood up and asked anxiously, "Are you burned? I'll get you some aloe vera."
After saying that, she hurried to the door.
It was like a whirlwind, so fast that Li Xueyan had no time to refuse.
I could only watch her running up and down, picking up a piece of aloe vera.
He tore off the thorny skin and carefully applied the aloe vera mucus on her red hands.
It was only then that Ning Zhihuan discovered that Li Xueyan's hands were incredibly rough.
It doesn't look like the hands of a scholar.
There are calluses from reading and writing not only on the joints of the middle finger of the right hand, but also on the palm.
Perhaps because it was too cold in winter, my hands were chapped and had many small cuts.
The burns covered the cracked wound, and it hurt just to look at it.
No wonder Li Xueyan always wears gloves in winter, even when making fire.
Ning Zhihuan thought she was just afraid of the cold, but she didn't realize it was just to cover up the wound on her hand.
The air pressure around them suddenly dropped, and Ning Zhihuan applied the ointment to the burned area without saying a word.
Li Xueyan noticed her depressed mood and comforted her, "It's okay, I just did this by accident. It will be fine after winter."
Ning Zhihuan still didn't say anything.
"It's really okay, trust me, okay?"
Li Xueyan thought she was angry and anxiously wanted to coax her.
But Ning Zhihuan knew that she was not angry.
She felt heartbroken, regretful, and self-blaming.
Blame herself for not finding out sooner, blame herself for not being able to...
Li Xueyan didn't know what she was thinking, she just held her hand and led her to the table.
The warm hands with a little callus rubbed her palms.
"This is the buns I steamed this morning with your favorite braised pork. I saved them especially for you. That kid Ning Zhigan tried to steal some and I scolded him for it." After saying that, Li Xueyan couldn't help laughing, perhaps because she thought of Ning Zhigan's expression.
Ning Zhihuan also relaxed unconsciously.
She started eating with her chopsticks, but didn't touch the buns in the bowl.
When Li Xueyan asked why, she simply said, "You got up early to make these buns, using your scarred hands. If you don't eat them, I won't be able to finish them."
Li Xueyan was deeply moved.
But she shook her head and refused.
"I've already eaten."
Ning Zhihuan said firmly without hesitation: "I don't believe it."
Li Xueyan was anxious and wanted to explain hurriedly.
But Ning Zhihuan waved his head and put his hands in his pockets, saying with a scoundrel look: "I just don't believe it. If you don't eat it, I won't eat it either."
Li Xueyan was helpless, and she also knew that Ning Zhihuan felt sorry for her and wanted her to eat too.
This time she didn't refuse anymore. She washed her hands, sat on the bench and started eating.
Ning Zhihuan first picked up a big bun for Li Xueyan. After seeing her start eating, he took the bun and started to chew it contentedly.
I think the buns were placed in the pot with the lid on. They are still warm and not too hot, so they are just right to eat.
The ingredients are very sufficient, with thin skin and thick filling.
Every bite is satisfying.
Ning Zhihuan sat in his seat contentedly with a round belly after eating.
The two chatted and mentioned Ning Zhilang.
Li Xueyan first joked, "Huanbao is still as clingy to Zhilang as he was when he was little."
It was only then that Ning Zhihuan realized that the original owner was afraid of people when he was a child, and even Old Lady Ning and Ning Qinghua were not close to him.
But he is closest to this brother.
But come to think of it, it's not surprising that Ning Zhilang is so gentle and patient.
Ning Zhihuan blushed slightly and said, "Second aunt is teasing me. Didn't I want to find a problem with big brother?"
Li Xueyan suddenly realized what was going on. She slapped her head and said apologetically, "Look at my head. I forgot. If you have any questions, just ask me. I can still do the junior high school questions. Ning Hong is in Zhilang's room and hasn't come out yet. I guess she's still having problems."
Ning Zhihuan was shocked when he heard this.
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